He did that steady eye-challenge thing, but he didn't
deny it. Though she wanted to view his unwavering honesty as a weakness, he didn't look weak... he looked in control. Masculine and fierce.
"Rydstrom, do you think I like chaining you up and using you?" At his scowl, she said, "Very well, I like it a little bit. But I'd prefer to make love to you normally. Or at least as much as your fetish would allow."
"I don't have fetish!"
With a flick of her hand, she made the dungeon appear to be her room, with breezes rushing in, the red and black banners whipping.
He frowned in confusion. "This is my room."
"Now ours. I've been sleeping in your chambers, awaiting you."
When he took his eyes off the room, he raked his gaze over her body.
Sabine had dressed much as she had yesterday, except the clothes were even more intricate. Her top was made of gold and silver, twisted and knotted to circle over her br**sts, then climbing up around her neck. Her eyes were kohled with a purple so dark it was nearly black.
"You're doing that eye-fucking thing again-would you like to see all of me?" she asked. "I could strip for you."
At length, he gave a curt nod as if he couldn't stop himself.
She slipped her full-length gloves from her arms, then tossed them negligently onto the floor behind her. The pop took long moments for her to unlace, and his eyes were riveted on her fingers unknotting the ties. Each second seemed to excite him more.
"Did you choose that top because you thought I'd like it?" He was breathing harder.
"Yes, to please you."
When she began stripping her skirt, he ordered in a husky voice, "Slower, female." His eyes were burning, his expression so hungry. He seemed unaware that he was subtly rocking his hips.
She eased the skirt to her ankles, kicking it away, leaving her black lace thong and thigh-highs.
"Now those," he bit out, jerking his chin at her panties. She inched them down, teasing him to a fever pitch.
Once she'd gracefully stepped from the thong, he grated, "Stop there." Only her headdress, choker, and hose remained. "Now turn around."
As she did, she said, "Is this the body of a queen, or what, Rydstrom? Come on, demon. Admit that you like me." She faced him again. Hungry eyes, dangerous expression. Shivers danced over her.
How could a look be so arousing to her?
She held his gaze as she sauntered up to him. "If you cooperate with me, I intend to kiss your body from your strangely erotic horns to your toes." She climbed over his waist, and when he bucked, she grabbed his horns, stilling him. "That's not cooperating, my darling." She leaned forward and rubbed her face over the smooth surface of one.
With a groan, he turned his own face to reach for one of her ni**les, nuzzling it. But once he tugged the swollen tip between his teeth, she had a moment of alarm. He could bite her . ..
Instead, he sucked her nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling, making her moan. To reward him, she ran her lips over his horn. His massive body shuddered beneath her, rattling the chains.
When he groaned against her breast, her eyes went heavy-lidded. Fires began to light the perimeter of the chamber, stoked with each of his feverish licks around her nipple.
With the faintest smile, she let the flames burn.
Sabine pulled back, then brushed her mouth against one of his ears. "Demon, I would be a good lover to you." One of her delicate hands was smoothing over his chest. "I'd give you everything."
Right now he had no doubt of that. "I don't understand you. The last time you came in here, you were hard-bitten, like you were going to battle. Now this .. ."
No longer was her touch impersonal. It was tender, desiring . . . like he'd imagined his own female would touch him.
"Do you still deny I'm yours?" There was an edge to her voice.
"I deny it no longer." He blinked, shaking his head to clear his vision. "Sabine, there's a fire-"
"It's only illusion, demon." In his ear, she whispered, "It's unconscious. The flames come from me when I get extremely aroused."
Extremely aroused? And the fire was growing. When he comprehended that she was in desperate need like him, the driving instinct to sate her raged inside him.
This seduction was too powerful, like she was using magick. The fire, the sweetness of her touch . . . "You're weaving some kind of spell."
"There's no spell. I just desire you."
Even as she soothed and whispered her words, he grew more frenzied, turning more demonic.
"Accept me as yours. Claim me." She cupped his face, giving him a tender, coaxing kiss like she had the last time she'd come to him. When she kissed him like this, his resistance melted away.
Once she broke the kiss, she leaned down to trail her lips across his chest, her shining hair sweeping over his skin. Her br**sts swayed, her hard ni**les glancing over him. She'd been working him into a lather with her seeking kisses and her silken hands grazing all over his body. And now she dipped down his torso, her destina-tion unmistakable.
When she rubbed her soft face against his shaft, his head fell back. He raised it a second later.
"Typical male," she murmured, "wanting to watch. Well, watch this ..." She teased the crown, licking the slit until he yelled out.
"Demon, you taste so good ..."
He gazed at her in disbelief. "Tassia, suck it between your lips."
Her hand clasped the base, her lips closing tight over the swollen head. "Ummm," she moaned around it, sending vibrations along his shaft.
"Take it deep for me!"
She did, pumping her fist and sucking him without mercy, working in concert to pleasure him. A helpless
groan broke from his chest when he saw her fingering her sex. Not a selfless woman but a greedy one expecting her pleasure. Good.
"You ... like this? Are you wet?"
In answer, she raised the hand she'd been using to pet herself toward his mouth. When he realized she expected him to taste her, his c**k jerked in her mouth, and he quickly leaned down. He sucked her slick fingers, snarling in bliss, his seed palpably climbing.
The night began to grow hazy. He was going more demonic with a female than ever before. The need to have her lashed at him.
He released her fingers only when his back bowed. So close.
She dug her nails into his torso, marking his body in her abandon, whipping him to a frenzy. "I have ... to take you!" With his wrists chained behind him, his arms straight back, he gave a furious thrust between her lips.